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Bringing this back...
Vincent Price as Bridgeburn Waters - Champagne for Caesar (1951)
#vincent price#champagne for caesar#movie#devil#devil on my shoulder#hes just delicious#hes pure perfection#aksjaksjsksnsksksksk#he makes me act unwise#im feral for him i swear#bicon#bisexual#horror#old horror movies#vintage#actor#handsome#gif#gifs made by me#gif set
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every night i think about him
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i like TFP wheeljack but i cant deny i did laugh a little at the decision of making him specifically a cool edgy lone wolf samurai, at first i wasnt super familiar with g1 wheeljack so technically TFP was my first full impression and i thought he was interesting (i had only seen very little of g1 and finished TFA and bayverse at that point) but then i got more familiarized with the original version and i was like ?????
like. who saw this guy and thought "fuck it. lets give him two katanas"
#they also made him hot as fuck for some goddamn reason but thats probably james horan's voice making me act unwise#i mean What-#im convinced they wanted to use drift but maybe he wasnt as popular back then#so they decided to use the idea of the character on someone else#i mean drift debuted back in 2009 so....they could've used him#idk im just assuming shit as a newbie dont mind me#im not complaining btw#all im saying is IDW drift should sue TFP wheeljack for stealing his gimmick. and his ambulance waifu#i really should continue MTMTE i keep making jokes about those two being gay but i havent really gotten to the juicy parts lol#im a huge OPR fan but hey. im not gonna judge drift. maybe i'll like him with ratchet.#(i hope i do or else i'll be mildly annoyed every time i'll try to search fanart of IDW ratchet lmao)#samael.txt#transformers#mucho texto perdón
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#baldurs gate 3#bg3#bg3edit#bg3 wyll#wyll ravengard#bg3 spoilers#ohhh he makes me wanna act unwise#mine
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why does wyll have SEVENTEEEN charisma. and 10 wisdom. babygirl you are so charming and so unwise
#my hcs for why he seems so immature and naive make more sense now#wyll vc astarion got me acting unwise pensive#astarion vc no u are just unwise hope this helps#ooc#hc
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the best part about the dungeon meshi anime is people finally realizing how sexy senshi is
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lit cannot stress how much fuckability masato lost after becoming aoki like emo death is real and its so so tragic
#snap chats#sorry but this has been my truth for months its time i speak on it#its true tho i dont think this is a shocking revelation to anyone#s'just like saying grass grows and birds fly#i will not support his prep phase its not happening hes such a dweeb now#rgg knew this fact with him showing off his tit despite that being like. The Worst Place Ever to inject yourself#we already discussed how he wasnt physically able to fuck and that was a nerf it was to humble him and keep him controlled and thats awful#frame one got me lookin at the screen like 👁👁 and then he open his mouth and my eyes get bigger and i sit in dead silence#was crackin jokes and chattin with myself every other second and then 🧍♂️ Go On Beautiful Keep Talking Idc What You Sayin#im a man until he starts talking about 'his girl' and then suddenly im feeling some kinda way#tho that might just be cringe cause why does bro talk like how i used to in high school 😭😭😭😭#thats the funniest part about masato/aoki to me like. there's so much bullshit bout them that reminds me of high school#but thats the thing that was High School like im grown an shit this bro never grew up apparently AND HE STARTS THE GAME AT 23#wait back to the subject line of this post i be acting like aoki dont got me unwise a total of like. four time either#sorry everyone there was something in the water today and now im ill#its cause i cant draw this weekend so i have to be disgusting some other way#gonna make it everyone else's problem but worse#anyway i have to end this post because the more i t hink about the high school comparison the more i start to cringe
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this image is Doing Things to me
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Vincent Price promotional stills for The Pit And The Pendulum (1961)
#vincent price#the pit and the pendulum#edgar allan poe#photo#photo edits by me#movie still#movie stills#hes so sexy#elizabeth didnt deserve you#ASHAKJSKAJSKWJSKSKSKKEKSKSKSKS#he makes me act unwise#unholy thoughts#bicon#bisexual god#horror#old horror movies#vintage#movie#actor#handsome#Roger Corman
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anyways the older i get the more i realize harv.ey sd.v is kinda……..
#personal#AUGHHHHHHH THE MORTAL COIL IS ATTACKING MY SENSES AGAIN 🏃🏃🏃#teen me thought he was sooooo lame and boring & now. here i am now 🤡#i’m trying to marry sebastian FINALLY after sooo many years of just focusing on shane or not focusing on the game at all#teen me wanted to marry seb SO badly and now i’m at 10 hearts with him but 😳 but harv is gonna make me act unwise in a min…….
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everyone’s talking about oliver but i need to lick sae’s boots
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how am I supposed to work in these conditions (getting the filthiest texts from my new playmate)
#I’ve never had texts make my knees weak#but there’s a first time for everything I suppose#a single simple kiss has me ready to risk it all#I so meant it when I said this man has me acting unwise#he looks at me like he wants to eat me alive#yall I can’t even think about this rn it is getting me all hot and bothered#personal
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“…And this," said Esste, "is his song." She sang, then, occasionally using words, but more often shaping meaningless syllables with her voice, or singing strange vowels, or even using silence and wind and the shape of her lips to express her understanding of Mikal.
At last her song ended, and Nniv's own voice was heavy with emotion as he sang his reaction. That, too, ended, and Nniv said, "If he truly is what you sing him to be, then I love him."
"And I,"' Esste said.
ORSON SCOTT CARD OFF THE SHITS BEFORE PAGE TEN. TO KNOW IS TO LOVE, AND TO BE KNOWN IS TO BE LOVED.
#Passages that make me act unwise. passages that make me act authentically so that my loved ones may love me fully by knowing me fully.#passages that make me want to come out to my homophobic grandma. passages that make me want to tell you every gory detail of my self.#AUGH WHAT THE FUCK. HE’S SO HOMOPHOBIC YET HE UNDERSTANDS LOVE SO DEEPLY.#Mr. Card your mind. your mind. I want to study your mind. How do you contain the contradiction. the cognitive dissonance. AUGH AHDGDJFKGKGL#songmaster#orson scott card
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OH MY GOD??????????
#ultrakill#gabriel ultrakill#WAIT I HAVE TO REBLOG THIS NOW#OUGHHH ACT 2 I LOVE YOU#I LOVE YOU ACT 2 GABRIELLLLL#I LOVE YOUUUUU#OP THIS IS STELLARRRRRR#ART INSPO IMMEDIATELTY#I LOVE THE PAINTING STYLE AND THE COLORING#this fandoms art game is fucking NUTS BRO#ultrakill artists be doing anything museum worthy and they just post on tumblr#sobbing my eyes out THIS IS BEAUTIFUL#I LOVE THIS SO MUCH#LOOK AT THE SKIES BROOOO#THEYRE SO BEAUTIFUL I WANT TO SIT BY HIM#beautiful art is gonna make me act up make me act a little unwise#how cooked am i#IS THAT THE HEAD BY THE LEDGE????? OP YOURE SICK#THIS IS SOOOO SICK#I LOVE UR ARTTTTTT#THIS IS SO COOL IM FOAMING IM BEING POISONED#hes so slouched hes so..... like tired#I LOVE HOW U DREW THIS I LOVE HOW U DREW GABRIEL KEEP COOKING OPPPPPP#THIS IS AMAZINGGGGGG#THIS IS SOOOO AWESOME OH MY GODDDDDD#OH MY GODDDDDD#DEAR LORDDDDDDD#painting style save me... save me painting style#art envy IMMEDIATELY#i WILL study you
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Take a Break
L x fem!reader
Day 3 — Cockwarming TW: NSFW, cockwarming words: 415
It’s no secret that L has the tendency to overwork.
It’s not that he intentionally sets out to do so — sometimes he just gets so caught up in analyzing, losing himself in the strings of data on his computer screen. But sometimes it’s for days at a time, neglecting breaks until he eventually ends up passing out in his chair from exhaustion.
So as his girlfriend, sometimes you have to get a little creative in order to get him to relax.
“You’re trying to distract me,” L murmurs, his eyes not leaving the screen in front of him. It’s not a question, he knows what you’re doing.
You hum in amusement at his claim, planting lazy kisses against his jaw. “Am I?”
“You are,” he asserts. His eyes momentarily leave the screen to meet your eyes, his face illuminated by the monitor in front of him. “The only time you insist on doing this is when I have been busy with work and you wish for me to take a break.”
“Then perhaps you should take a break?” You suggest, nuzzling your nose against his jaw. Your lips twitch upward when the simple act causes his heart-rate to speed up. He really is so touch-starved.
“It would be unwise of me to currently rest. Doing so could result in me losing my focus and set me back-oh.” L has to pause when you shift on his lap, causing his cock to twitch inside you. He’s still and quiet for a few seconds before narrowing his eyes slightly. “..Was that an intentional movement?”
“I don’t know, was it?” You tease, moving your hips again. It causes him to let out a barely audible groan, his hands moving away from the keyboard to grab your hips.
“..It was intentional,” L concludes, making you giggle.
“It was,” you admit with a smile, planting a kiss against his neck. “I’m just trying to help you relax. You work too much.”
L lets out a short hum of acknowledgment at your words. You expect him to move his hands back onto his desk and continue working, but to your surprise, they remain on your hips.
“…L?” You murmur in confusion after a moment of silence.
“..I suppose taking a break from work to participate in sexual intercourse with you likely wouldn’t result in any negative outcomes,” L finally speaks up, casually moving you off his lap and tugging you towards the bedroom.
Huh. That was easier than you thought.
#death note#death note x reader#l lawliet#l x reader#l smut#l lawliet x reader#death note smut#l death note#kinktober#kinktober 2024
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Seeing Green
Gwayne had enough of you and declared he would not be accompanying you on your travels to the town ever again. How glad you were to know Harwin would in his stead.
bodyguard!Gwayne Hightower x Lannister!Reader x Harwin Strong | 2k+ | cw: fem!reader, enemies to lovers, forced proximity ig, im just a girl!reader, angst?, jealousy, typos, etc.
A/N: this is a p2 to seeing red but you dont have to read it to understand whats happening. I have made a next part!
Tagging: @lancedoncrimsonwings @targs-on-zorses @barbieaemond @arabellasleopardcoat
"GWAYNE!" I stick my head out of the carriage window. I scoff as I watch the armored man walk off, "you can not be serious!"
"Serious?!" he snaps, turning back to me with a raised brow and a tense jaw. He rubs his lips as he storms back towards me. His glare is so grave that I actually lean back into my seat and clench my skirt.
Gwayne stomps his foot on one of the steps up the carriage. A line forms between his brows, "you have WORN me!"
I grow tense as flails his hand around.
"I have done nothing but exact your cumbersome and frivolous commands with patience!" He snaps, "and now that I've met my limit yet you have the gall to ask me if I am being serious!?!"
Gwayne's eyes are wide and clearer than the skies. His pointed stare is piercing and I cannot deflect it as he speaks to me of my unreasonableness. Admittedly, my requests were some meant to annoy him, but I did not expect him to act so acridly. I mean, surely he was accustomed to it by now. Was I truly becoming too much to bear for him?
His face is flushed with rage. I stare at him, unable to speak, for in truth I did not know how to meet his apparently genuine frustration.
"Oh," he scoffs, chuckles bubbling out his throat, "she does not speak, for there is nothing else true to say." He grips the carriage door, "what? Have you realized you do work me worse than your own employed servants? That you ask of me more than what I am required of?"
"But it is my right!" I pipe up, though my voice is still small, "you must accompany me wherever I so wander."
Gwayne's jaw feathers, "I am tasked to protect you from peril and to prevent you from doing the unwise," he steps back, "not to carry your clothes and hang them in your wardrobes!"
I stare at him, dread building in my stomach.
"What?!" he quips, "do you truly not see the brunt of my frustrations?"
"... I do not think it unreasonable to-" I gaps when he closes the door with unnecessary force before storming away.
In truth, the gesture was harsher than it needed to be and bothers me more than it should. There is a tightness to my chest as I slowly open the door and watch the man so readily forsake me. Against myself, my eyes begin to prick with tears.
"Gw-" I shut my mouth at the sound of my voice breaking. I chew my lower lip and take deep breaths to calm myself.
I did not mean to make him cross— not like that. I feel my throat tighten as I replay what just happened. Guilt eats at me more each second and soon salt cascades down my cheeks. I sit there until the coachman knocks and asks if we should away. I dismiss him and tell him I will stay here for a little while.
I don't. It feels like an hour passed of me trying not to cry, crying, and calming myself. I start when someone knocks on my carriage door.
"My Lady Lannister?" a deep voice speaks, making me wipe my face in a panic.
I try to stifle my sniffle and use my skirt to dry my tears.
"Tis Ser Harwin Strong. You cannot leave your carriage here."
I clear my throat, but my voice still betrays me with a crack, "ap-ologies. I will have it m-" but my coachman is not here. I sigh and stare at my lap. My lips wobble as helplessness creeps up on me.
A prolonged moment of silence ensues before the man outside speaks again, "my lady... are you well?"
I huff and concede to simply opening the door.
I wipe my philtrum on my sleeve and feel twice as dreadful as I see the dark haired and bearded man outside my carriage. He is a beauty. His blue eyes narrow in concern, "my lady."
I shake my head and gather my skirts.
He instinctively reaches out a hand to me and assists me as I exit my ride. Once I am stood before him, I realize just how tall and broad he is. His brows tighten as he releases my hand. I offer him a smile, "I beg your pardon for the inconvenience. I do not have anyone to move the carriage."
Ser Harwin shakes his head, "one of the stable boys can move it." He turns over his shoulder and hollers for someone to do just that. A boy approaches us, nodding politely before climbing up the driver's seat to do what was instructed of him.
My stomach rolls when the towering man looks back at me. His demeanor is starkly juxtaposed to his stature. He ghosts a hand on my shoulder and raises an arm. He leads me off to the side and speaks softly, "is there anything I can assist you with, my lady?"
I shake my head, "I am well."
He nods and clutches his hands once we find ourselves standing just by the entrance of the Keep, "forgive me, but as a guard of the City Watch, it is my duty to uphold justice. I cannot stand idle in the face of trickery."
My brows quirk at his words. I tilt my head, "do you call me a liar, ser?"
"Yes," he answers simply.
My lips part as his brazen admission.
"True, it is not uncommon for one to weep with joy, but I recognize the distress laid upon your brow," he shakes his head, "would it not be simpler for you to say you require nothing of me than to pretend you are well?"
His words make me choke. I feel my eyes begin to fog with tears.
Ser Harwin's face falls. He raises his hands, "forgive me. I only meant-"
"No," I mumble, "you are right. I injure myself! I speak before I think and create inconveniences for entertainment." I scratch my tears away before they can fall. I look up to the man, feeling dread bite at me. I resist my instinct to slip further into my emotions and try to speak as evenly as possible, "the truth is... I had a... disagreement with my ward... we always get into disagreements, but... this time it was visceral."
The man shifts on his leg, "might I ask what the disagreement was over?"
"He says I work him like a dog, that I ask much more than what he ought to do," I sniffle, "and... perhaps it is true," I evade his gaze by turning to the sky. My lips quiver, "but I did not realize my presence was so heavily insufferable." I look back at him, "I am easy on the eyes, am I not?"
The man chuckles softly, "your features are quite comely indeed, Lady Lannister."
I nod once, "that is the only correct response, ser."
A rich chuckle fills the space between us. He hums and raises a hand, "have you expressed your orders were mere reasons to keep his company?"
My expression drops at his words. I laugh but it goes dry when I realize he spoke no jest. "Ser, my ward is Gwayne Hightower. He loathes me just as I loathe him."
"And do you normally weep for your enemies?" he tilts his head.
"I weep because he regards me so cruelly!" I snap in defense, "it is most twisted for one as he to raise his voice and show aggression to one such as I!"
Ser Harwin sighs.
I wipe my philtrum, feeling my body tremble with a mix of emotions.
"What was this errand you needed to be chaperoned to?"
I gulp as I bring my hands to my hips. I debate the sincerity of his words and decide he does not have the face of a man who would use my words against me. I huff, "the tailor's. I was to have a new dress made for me for-"
His brows quirk at my abrupt halt.
I feel blood rush up my neck, but I decide to ignore it and speak with as much scorn as I could muster, "Gwayne's nameday celebration."
I observe him carefully, ready to pounce and pound him if he so wishes to berate me for the honest admission. In truth, I am taken aback by the curtness of his reply. He nods and offers me an arm, "if it pleases you, I can accompany you to the tailor myself. I have finished my patrol and have nothing better to do."
My eyes dart from the curls framing his face to his meaty arm. My lips part as I find the words to say, "would you... rather not rest for the day?"
"My honor would not allow me after beholding a lady in her distress."
I stare at his arm for a few seconds and cautiously take it.
A good while passed until Gwayne returned to the stables to find his irritating lady. When he sees the Lannister carriage parked, he sighs and marches over, preparing himself to meet the rage of the woman that was still sitting inside in protest.
"Will you sleep-" he starts but stops when he opens the door to nothing. He raises a brow and closes the door. His attention falls on the passing servant, "you. Where is the lady of this carriage?"
The man looks at him then the carriage.
"Lady Lannister," Gwayne clarrifies.
He perks in recognition, "the lady Lannister and ser Strong headed to the tailor on horseback."
"On horseback," the knight scoffs in disbelief, "Lady Lannister?" his voice fades into a laugh. And he so enjoys himself laughing for a moment before sighing, "why, I applaud the good ser for his powers of persuasion."
Upon realizing that he no longer needed to be here, Gwayne grins and nods at him, "thank you my good man. Your news has made my day."
With that he walks off and heads to his quarters.
The next day, Gwayne has a spring to his step as he heads down the hall.
I am in the middle of having my hair fixed when I hear a knock on my door. I look at the reflection from the mirror before me, "come in."
I behold Gwayne and his grin as he struts towards my bed. He leaps into it, landing on his chest. He instructs one of my servants to get him a cup of wine. Each of these things would normally be cause to chew him up; all of these combined would make me unleash upon him the wrath due to his impertinence, and yet, I find myself uncaring of his blatant misbehavior. I merely instruct my servant to fetch the sapphire necklace that match my velvet dress and sit tight by my vanity.
Gwayne takes the wine that is served to him and sips before speaking out, "I hear Lord Harwin Strong was he who accompanied you to town yesterday."
I ignore him in lieu of twirling the baby hairs by my ears.
"And on horseback, no less," he takes another sip, "how ever did he get you to ride a horse by yourself?"
"I didn't," I turn to my servant who returns with my jewels, "we rode on the same horse."
Gwayne stills. He scrunches his face at the cup in his hand then looks at me, "what?"
I smile at myself on the mirror as the necklaces is clasped around my neck. I adjust the blue stone that sparkled between my collarbones and admire the look of it.
He sits up from the bed, careful not to spill his drink, "you rode the same horse?"
"Of course we rode the same horse," I roll my eyes, "he is not a fool who expects me to enjoy such sport."
The red haired man raises his brows. He waits for me to expound further, but finds I am distracted by my reflection. He scoffs, sipping again more before saying, "I pity the steed."
I grin at myself, pleased with my image.
"I pity the steed," he repeats, "that had to carry a knight, a brat, and her hundred dresses."
My eyes dart to him. He is already looking at me from the mirror. "He did not ride with me on the way back. He is not cruel like you."
"So he walked?" his forehead curls, "and on the way back, no less." He scoffs once more before drinking again, "well, the tailor is not that far."
I inspect my attire one last time before standing and heading to the bed. Gwayne lifts his eyes; the corner of his lips soon follow. He shifts on his spot and drinks deeply.
"You are dismissed, Hightower."
He licks his lips as his brows furrow, "what?"
I tilt my head and clasp my hands together, "you do so love making sport of me repeating myself."
Gwayne pulls his head back before standing. He lifts his nearly empty cup, "are you saying you— you have no plans for the day?" He purses his lips, "no errands you wish to force upon my being."
I clench my teeth but manage to pull a smile. Gwayne finds such endearment in the forced grins, not that he would ever admit so. I nod in agreement.
"So," he holds his cup with both hands, "I am free to do what I will for the day."
"Even more so to do it as far away from me as possible," I raise my hands before walking towards him to push him out of my room.
The man chuckles as he finishes what is left of his wine. He manages to hand the empty cup to one of the servants just before we both step out of the room. He licks his lips and tilts his head at me.
The smile that spreads on his face makes my stomach roll and I combat it with a glare, "do not wait on me. I will be promenading with a friend."
"Promenade?" he chuckles. The lines on his cheek remain as he raises his brow. He looks me once over, eyes lingering on the sapphire on my décolletage, "and pray tell, who in the Keep has merited the friendship of someone so high-nosed as you?"
"Ser Harwin Strong."
His grin falters.
I do not care to wonder why as I walk off and meet the man I named in the gardens as we had arranged.
Gwayne watches. He is left alone in the corridor. He chuckles to himself and heads off to the library to unwind. The closer he inched to his destination however, the more sour the taste in his mouth became. Before he even comes near the library, he finds himself marching off to look for gods knows what he'll find.
And it seems the gods do want him to find the source of his sourness. As he marched down one stairwell, he heard an unmistakable sound of laughter that made his ears perk. He heads to the hall and looks out the window.
There, he sees a man stood in front of a woman sat upon a bench, both of them giggling and both of them in blue. His eye twitches as the dark haired fool carelessly picks a flower from a bush and offers it to her.
Gwayne finds no relief when she does not take it, for instead it seems she instructed him to place the flower on the side of her hair.
"Ha," he scoffs, pulling away from the window, "promenade, says she? Ha!" Gwayne shakes his head as his feet take him back towards the library, "neither of them are walking. HA!"
Gwayne cannot help the way his hands clench and unclench as he storms off. He scoffs once again, "fucking Strong," the ire in his chest is molten, prickly, and painful as he adds, "fucking Lannister."
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